On the other hand I left the female under the cover, plainly exposed on the table in the middle of the room.
The moths arrived as usual: first one, then two, then three, and presently five and six.

They entered, flew out again, re-entered, mounted, descended, came and went, always in the neighbourhood of the window, not far from which was the chair on which the twig lay.

None made for the large table, on which, a few steps further from the window, the female awaited them in the wire-gauze cover.

They hesitated, that was plain; they were still seeking.
Finally they found.

And what did they find?
Simply the twig, which that morning had served the ample matron as bed.